“I’m sorry,” Rochelle mumbles, as she scurries around me and makes her way back towards the counter. She nervously sets down her items as I walk back to my spot on the opposite side. Her small hand shakes as it raises and her pointer finger pushes her glasses back up her adorable, button nose. Without looking up at us, she clicks the computer to life, and shyly asks, “What can I do for you?”
“My boy here needs a shave,” Rex asserts, as he watches her with a slightly confused stare. It isn’t often that women don’t fall at his feet like her coworker did earlier. Rex obviously doesn’t know how to take the fact that Rochelle isn’t even slightly phased by his presence.
Rochelle’s panicked stare breaks from her screen and she locks eyes with me. My breath hitches, my hands begin to sweat a bit. With her eyes locked on mine, I’m suddenly nervous as hell. It’s a foreign feeling. Something I never experience when it comes to members of the opposite sex.
“We don’t do that here,” she stutters, obviously very puzzled. “But there is a barbershop…”
“His head,” Rex interjects. She looks at him a bit muddled. “You do have hair clippers here, don’t you?” He teases.
She flinches from his comment. Her eyes downcast instantly. I could punch Rex for the way he basically made her feel like an idiot. Instinctively, my hand comes up and I knock his dumb ass on the back of his stupid head. He gives me a sharp glare before rubbing the spot I just smacked.
Asshole.
Maybe he’s not as in tune with the girl across the counter as I am, but that’s no excuse to ever degrade a woman.
The fact that I just met the girl and I’m so drawn to her makes me shift on my restless feet.
I’ve never been this crazed, never felt this immediate pull to a girl I’ve just met before. I’ve heard about it, but hell I thought this kind of crap was reserved for Hallmark bullshit my stepmother watches around Christmas time.
Fuck, as nervous as the compulsive feeling makes me, I can’t deny there is a high, a euphoria, a need to drown in this damn feeling a little longer. There is something about her that makes me want to protect her and the cute naive way she is trying to hide behind those sexy librarian glasses. Her shyness makes me want to shelter her and make her see what I see when I look at her. Something she obviously doesn’t see in herself as she hides behind the counter and the glasses that shield her breathtaking eyes from the world.
She’s drop-dead gorgeous. I’ve never experienced anything like her before. Like any new drug, I make the snap decision to go with the flow and enjoy the ride, because this girl, and the high I get from standing next to her, is fucking addictive.
The woman from earlier saunters up to the counter and gives my new obsession a heated look.
“Do we have a problem here?” She asks angrily before glancing up at Rex and myself.
“Nothing you can’t help fix,” Rex says, leaning further across the counter. “How about that break?”
The woman glances hesitantly at me, before meeting Rex’s ravenous stare. “What about your friend?”
“Lost a bet, needs his head shaved. Nothing this girl can’t do,” he says, gesturing towards Rochelle.
“Rochelle is still in training,” the woman sighs. “I’m afraid..”
“Oh come on,” Rex persists. “You don’t need training to shave a head. Hell, I’d do it myself if I had the clippers. Let the trainee do it, and me and you can… take a walk.” He winks.
The woman skeptically glances between the three of us. “I guess that can’t hurt,” she says, as she melts into the idea of running off with Rex. Her client from earlier comes up to the counter and we all step aside so she can pay her bill.
As we wait, I keep my eyes locked on Rochelle the entire time, but she never looks my way. She keeps her head down and shyly stands back as her coworker aggressively takes over the front desk. I drink Rochelle in as she bows her head. She’s wearing a black shirt, which is tightly wrapped around her ample breasts and fits snuggly around her small waist. Her wide, mouth-watering hips lead way to slightly thick thighs hugged snugly in her black jeans. She pulls her long thick hair back across one shoulder. It falls in effortless, breathtaking waves across her chest. My stare now glued to the V in her shirt and her perfect breasts, my mouth waters thinking of all her delicious curves I long to taste. Taking in her slender neck, my mind wonders what she might taste like if I ran my tongue along the curve of her collarbone, savoring her skin.
Would she be just as shy when I had my mouth on her?
My hands on her.
Caressing her.
Teasing her.
Making her need my next touch just as much as I need her to look me in the damn eyes again.
Clearing my throat, I adjust my slightly hardened dick, and get a smug side glance from Rex that has me feeling like a schoolboy that just got caught with his first hard-on.
Screw you, Roberts.
The coworker’s client has now paid and is starting to walk away.
“After you,” Rex smirks, as he gestures for the shop girl to follow him outside. “If he gives you any trouble,” he teases Rochelle. “Just Bic the whole damn thing.”
